“We’ve already changed the future. You told me you couldn’t see anything else. So why not tell me what you thought was going to happen and let me help you move on from there,” he says, his tone carrying the weight of his Alpha authority.
“It could still happen.” I shiver with the thought, but take in the surroundings again with a frown.
None of this is familiar.
None of this feelsdestined.
“How long was I asleep?” I ask him, another thought occurring to me. “How many days has it been since Cael’s visit?” Because maybe… maybe everything is still going to happen, just in a new place.
That could be the change.
The alternative path.
But how am I going to protect myself in this open cabin with glass windows that overlook a forest clearing?I wonder.Unless there’s a cellar or a bunker underground…
“Why?” Grey demands.
“Why?” I echo, not following. “Why what?”
“Why do you need to know how many days it’s been?”
Oh.My nose scrunches, then my teeth clench together as I glare up at him. “Because it’s important.”
His eyes narrow. “Tell me why.”
“Tell me how long it’s been,” I counter, my heart beginning to race when I realize that today could be the day everything changes.
I look outside again, needing to see the sun. It might be my last time ever seeing it. Because once nightfall comes…
“Please tell me how long it’s been,” I whisper, unable to hide the tremor in my voice now as the visions begin to assault my mind.
The horror.
The blood.
The grunts…
“Grey, I need to know… I need to know how long it’s been.Please.” I can’t stop the tears from filling my eyes, terror taking hold of my throat and making it impossible to breathe.If it’s tonight?—
“Eight days.” His words interrupt my thought, the response not making any sense. “We traveled well into the night after leaving the lair, almost to morning. Then you slept for two days. Cael visited our first evening in the cave, so eight days.”
I blink.
Then blink again.
“That…” That doesn’t make any sense.
The seventh night is when it all happens.
“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice a choke of sound due to my lack of air.
“Positive,” he says, then lifts his arm to show me his watch.
Which reveals a date.
The date honestly means nothing to me given that I rarely pay attention to calendars. I rely on visions and serendipitous occurrences to guide my concept of time.
But I can’tseeanything.
